I so love this word and really have not heard it since my mom used it a million years ago. It brings back happy memories of childhood days with her. The last time I heard it was July, 1976 and I did not know she was slowly dying of heart disease.
We drove from Colorado to Vermont on a nonstop trip, kids slept in the back of our big blue Chevy station wagon in sleeping bags and we ate our meals from a cooler. We arrived about three days later and my dad, the clean car nut (you were never allowed to drink or eat in his cars, although he smoked continuously), had a conniption fit, (another of my mom’s phrases) as we piled out.
I ran her over to the store since she didn’t drive, and we were hurrying for some reason. She stopped suddenly and I was very concerned. She said not to worry, it was just a bugaboo. We drove home a week later and a couple of weeks after that I was called with the news she was dying in the hospital. I thought if I could just fly back and take care of her she would be okay. She wasn’t. I often remember her face as we left to drive back home to Colorado. There were tears in her eyes and such a look I’ll never forget.